A/N: Wrote this one all the way back in March 2022 and only finished the last quarter of it fairly recently, I think a few months back. I held it back though in part since I'd already uploaded a few Allen M. Sumner fics and while I so love writing about her, I also don't want to flood folks with too many of them in a short period of time. That and I'm still trying to pump out requests as quickly as possible between all the other things I'm uploading, so the schedule is a bit packed.
That said, I do hope you'll enjoy this lewd~
Sleepover
The Commander was surprised when Allen and Cooper barged into his office one afternoon.
He was even more surprised when both Destroyers enthusiastically invited him to a sleepover set to happen that very evening, seducing him with offers of snacks and movies until he eventually relented with an exasperated smile. Both Destroyers departed his office with a cheer, leaving him to mentally come to terms with why they'd suddenly invited him. Not that it was too out of the ordinary, he would belatedly realise, recalling the many times they'd invited him to various occasions and events, be it a party or a trip to the beach. The Allen M. Sumner-class girls were a very inclusive, friendly bunch, and perhaps as such he was quite close with them.
Thus the idea of turning down their offer wasn't an option. Hours soon passed and day turned to night, the clock ticking over to eight o'clock. The halls were quieter but still populated by the odd Ship-Girl going about their business, some stopping long enough to greet him before meandering on to their destination, none stopping to query what he was doing in the dorms... perhaps because of how often his subordinates dragged him there for one reason or another.
Nor did anyone send him a look when he eventually stopped before the Allen M. Sumner-class dorm, rapping his knuckles upon the firm wood.
Knock-knock~
The voices on the other side of the door, chatty and upbeat, quietened for a moment – before eager footfalls rushed towards the door.
Not a moment later the door was yanked inwards, revealing the grinning visage of Allen M. Sumner... clad in some pyjamas. Some very revealing pyjamas at that; a teal sports bra pushing up her chest and leaving some cleavage on display, joined by just a pair of teal panties with a white trim, hugging her curvy hips nicely and leaving both her long legs and flat stomach bare to him; her feet equally bare and toenails painted a fresh ruby shade.
''Hey Commander!'' Unbothered by her state of dress Allen hopped to the side, beckoning him in. ''We were just debating what movie to watch first.''
''Ah, that so...'' Coughing the Commander hid his embarrassment as best he could, meandering on inside. ''Here, I brought some sweets.''
If Allen noticed his embarrassment she didn't comment on it, instead chirping a thanks and taking the plastic bag off him – carrying it over to where she had a bunch of bowls set-up and going about opening the snack packs. The Commander's eyes were quick to leave her though, soaking in the Destroyer's room instead. The four beds along the far wall had been pushed together into one big square; the pillows bundled up together to form a big mound whilst the blankets were spread out around the edge, almost as if to form a cocoon for the Destroyers to cosy up in.
And sat upon the bed was the Destroyers themselves. Ingraham sat with back to the wall, reading through a magazine idly and clad in a green nightgown that showed off some cleavage and left everything below her thighs bare, the straps looping over her shoulders. Next to her the more petite Bristol sat, chatting avidly with Cooper and clad in a deep red crop top and pair of shorts. Her tomboyish appearance contrasted that of Cooper's own, the Destroyer clad in a deep purple nightgown that was arguably the most conservative of the four... though thanks to the fact she sat with her knees up to her chest he caught a glimpse of the black panties she wore underneath.
''The bathroom's just over there, Commander~'' Allen's chirp stirred him from his staring, noticing the door from the corner of his eye. ''Just get changed in there, 'kay~''
''R-Right.'' The Commander hurriedly agreed, approaching the Destroyer and taking his clothing out of the bottom of the bag. All of the sweets had been taken out by now; either filling bowls or waiting to be.
Giving the other Destroyers a quick nod the Commander disappeared behind the bathroom door, the lock clicking shut behind him. Being an en-suite bathroom it was small but big enough for his needs, and with haste he stripped; undoing buttons and zips until he had his usual uniform on the floor, only his boxers remaining before he put his sleepwear on over it – consisting of a pair of grey sleep shorts and a loose shirt. Enough to sleep in, but conservative enough not to make things weird.
Spending just a moment to bundle his clothes into the bag for tomorrow the Commander popped the door open and slipped back into the dorm room, unsurprised to find that Cooper and Bristol already had bowls of mixed sweets in their hands and were wolfing them down before the movie even started. Ingraham had a bowl of her own but was only nibbling on a sour strip, glancing his way when he returned and beckoning him closer with a finger, patting the spot next to her.
''Come join us.'' Ingraham mumbled, voice muffled somewhat by the sour strip in her mouth.
After sparing a glance at Allen – earning a nod from the dark-haired Destroyer as she finished filling bowls – the Commander complied, climbing onto the bed. Ingraham pulled her legs in to let him get past and Bristol wriggled to the side to make some room, leaving him sat between the two Destroyers. His gaze however went ahead to where Allen was as the Destroyer climbed onto the bed, and then leaned forwards – clicking the remote several times as she went through the DVD settings. And thanks to his position he got a good look at her ass, her panties hugging it nicely.
As if sensing his gaze Allen wiggled her rear teasingly, making no other sign she knew where he was looking but leaving his cheeks warm all the same – his gaze averting to the side as Cooper leaned over and handed over a bowl of sweets. The Commander gladly accepted the distraction, stuffing a mouthful of sweets in his gob and focusing instead on the sour taste, pretending not to notice Allen as she shuffled back towards them... but he couldn't ignore her when she leaned back against him, her slender frame resting against him.
''Oi...'' He deadpanned, adjusting his shorts carefully.
''Not my fault you make a good chair~'' Cheekily Allen responded.
The Commander blushed lightly and muttered something inaudible even to himself, earning a giggle from the girls around him. Bristol cheekily shuffled in and leaned against him whilst Ingraham swiped the remote off Allen, ignoring her sister's petulant whine and finally pressing play. The trailers began to play, rolling through one by one and earning only minor interest; the four girls busy munching on their snacks and waiting for them to pass, whilst Ingraham pulled the bed covers partially over herself along with Cooper, keeping themselves cosy as they waited.
He was not in the same boat, however. With Allen leaning back against him and Bristol hugging his right side there was little room for him to wriggle and subtly adjust his shorts to hide his growing erection. The faded scent of deodorant and shampoo teased his nose and he could feel Allen's smooth skin against his own, her butt pressed precariously back against his crotch when she leaned forwards momentarily. Bristol wasn't much better, her bare shoulder touching his own, and though it was just some innocent skin contact... the situation only fuelled his embarrassing desires.
So when Allen adjusted her position, her panty-clad ass pushing back against his crotch, he really shouldn't have been surprised when she paused – undoubtedly feeling his dick through the fabric.
''Hm?'' Allen peeked back at him and grinned. ''Heh, that a popsicle in your pants or you just happy to see me~?''
''Er-'' The Commander winced. ''Sorry.''
Allen didn't lose her amused expression, clearly not all that bothered he popped one – but their conversation, brief as it was, easily caught the attention of her sisters. Ingraham glanced down at his crotch before nigh-instantly looking away, cheeks pink, whilst Bristol immediately glanced south and stared straight at his distinctly-tight shorts, only then noticing he had an erection. Cooper had to lean past her sister just to see, almost-instantly retreating with a squeak, looking to the side as if pretending she hadn't seen it.
''Hm~'' Allen glanced at the TV screen only briefly. ''Y'know, I think the movie can wait, dont'cha think~?''
''What do you mean by that...?''
''Well, y'know~'' Allen said innocently, looking at her sisters briefly before refocusing on him. ''Four girls, one guy... wanna have some fun with us, Commander?''
The casual offer warmed his cheeks up and he spied on the other three Destroyers – and to his surprise none looked outright against it. Ingraham was embarrassed, Bristol was still staring at his crotch and Cooper was whistling innocently, all whilst Allen fixed him with a casual look, as if what she was suggesting was nothing to get worked up over. Whether she considered it like that, or was just putting up a facade, he neither knew, nor truly cared.
''Well, if you girls are up for it...'' The Commander dared to lay a hand on Allen's side, running it over her stomach. ''We could do it.''
Allen grinned at that and responded by twisting around in her seat, hands planted on either side of him and letting her lean in close, breath tickling his lips – and without further fanfare she kissed him. It was quick, the Destroyer pulling back from it after only a moment, but without missing a beat he caressed the back of her head and pulled Allen back into a kiss, devouring her surprised moan. Just feeling her soft pink lips against his own felt erotic in its own way, enticing him to drag out each kiss, savouring it.
The others however weren't entirely idle either. Poking him in the cheek Bristol got his attention, tempting him to break off the kiss and glance over at her – allowing the Destroyer to suddenly lean in and kiss him. It was quick and she pulled back, touching her lips with a growing blush, but the Commander felt daring and wrapped his other arm around her waist, his hand dipping into her shorts. She had panties on underneath but Bristol went scarlet all the same, intimately feeling his fingers press against her sex.
''Whoa, gettin' touchy-feely with my sisters before me~?'' Allen pouted, poking his chest.
The Commander responded by sliding his hand down her front and dipping it into her panties. Unlike Bristol Allen wasn't wearing anything else under her panties, letting his fingers touch smooth lips and coax a blush out of the upbeat girl; any quip she intended to say melting as he stroked her slit. Though his touch was feathery-light just having someone touch her there was enough to render Allen mute; her lips pursing and containing the lewd sounds that tried to escape.
Leaning in the Commander dared to kiss the Destroyer on the chin, and without missing a beat Allen dove right in and kissed him fully, mewling against his lips when he poked a finger inside her. He didn't push it in far but Allen didn't mind; her free hand grasping his wrist and pulling his hand into her underwear, asking for it. Obliging he let his fingers wriggle in up to the knuckle, idly wiggling it about and earning a shaky moan from the Destroyer, her hot breath tickling his chin when they broke off the kiss.
Demurely Bristol squirmed up against his right side, drawing his attention back onto her again. Leaning down he kissed her on the lips briefly before pecking her nose next, earning a flustered blush from the Destroyer before she paid him back, kissing his chin. Their lips met on the fourth kiss and he withdrew his hand from Allen's underwear, unheeding of her slow whine and instead pushing that same hand into Bristol's shorts, and down into her panties too.
''Mm! T-That place...'' Unlike Allen Bristol was more bashful; her cheeks a dark red hue as he slid his fingers along her womanhood.
As such he teased her more; pressing his digits against her lips but not slipping them inside, instead just rubbing lewd circles on her pussy. Bristol quivered from the attention and mewled, the sound muted only partially when they kissed again. His attention waned momentarily as Allen moved but he deliberately refocused on Bristol, easing the petite Destroyer into the mood. If they were going to do it, he wanted them to be comfortable at least.
However when he felt a pair of hands grab his shorts and pull he most certainly looked down; breaking off the kiss and glancing at a mischievously-smiling Allen, her fingers brushing against his hips as his underwear came down with his shorts. Within a moment they were around his ankles, allowing his erect cock to spring to attention – earning a coo from Allen, a gasp from Bristol, and embarrassed gazes from Ingraham and Cooper.
''Heh, looks like someone's excited too~'' Allen teased, flicking the tip with a finger.
''Yeah well, when you're surrounded by four cute girls things like that tend to happen...'' The Commander fired back, cheeks aflame.
Allen just wiggled her brows up at him playfully and leaned in, her lips drawing close to his dick – before she kissed the tip. The little bit of stimulation alone was enough to send jolts of bliss down his shaft, a low groan escaping him as Allen dragged her tongue over the head. She was a natural tease, confident even as she curiously slid her tongue around the head and then back over the tip, wetting it with every quick lick.
Then she went lower, licking the shaft too. The Commander shivered at the feeling and leaned back against the mound of pillows behind him, slipping his hand out of Bristol's panties and instead turning his gaze onto the bustiest of the four sisters – Ingraham. From behind a pair of square-framed glasses she watched attentively, her cheeks darkening when he caught her looking, but when he beckoned her closer with a hand Ingraham didn't refuse.
''Mn...'' Pushing the pillows back a bit to make some room he eased himself down until he was mostly flat, groaning as Allen licked the tip of his dick even more eagerly, casting aside any hesitations she had. ''Ingraham, sit on my face...''
''Eh... I guess...'' Cheeks aflame the mechanic obliged, bashful as she swung one leg over his face.
A shadow cast itself over his face and he got an arousing view straight up her nightgown, admiring the black panties that hugged her crotch – reaching up and tucking two fingers until the front of her underwear before pulling it to the side, giving him an uninhibited view of her pussy. Ingraham obediently lowered herself down, shivering with anticipation; and a stifled moan tumbled from her lips as his tongue took a nice long lick of her sex.
And the very next moment Allen took the tip of his cock into her mouth. The sudden wet warmth that swallowed his cock up felt heavenly, making him moan into Ingraham's pussy – just taking a moment to savour the feeling. Allen was far from done though, eagerly sucking on the tip of his dick and swirling her tongue around the bulbous head, the lascivious licks teasing out more moans from his throat.
''Mn... h-hah...'' Ingraham panted as she felt his moans tickle her lips. ''Commander...''
Tugging on his hair demurely Ingraham stirred him out of his bliss, and without complaint he started to eat her out – two fingers spreading her lips apart and letting his tongue run over her pink flesh. She grunted at the feeling, covering her mouth with her free hand and swiftly moaning into it as she felt his hot tongue probe about her pussy, licking and lapping at her sex. Considering her inexperience the simple tongue-strokes easily coaxed moans out of Ingraham, pleasure surging up her spine and making her rock her hips subconsciously.
Allen wasn't idle either though; swirling her tongue around the tip several more times before slurping down his shaft, her pinkish lips gliding over his girth and pursing near the base before she sucked up to the tip once more. With every suck Allen got more used to the motion, a confidence to her movement as she sucked him off. She spiced things up by using her hand as well; stroking off the base whilst she swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing out a muffled moan from the Commander's throat.
Her constant teasing though wore at his stamina; her tongue hot and her mouth wet as she blew him. It became hard to focus, his tongue lashing at Ingraham's pussy and lapping up her juices between intermittent groans, his voice sending pleasant vibrations through her pussy. Unconsciously Ingraham rocked her hips more, outright humping his mouth and gently clamping her thighs around his head, her moans rising in pitch when his nose brushed against her clit.
''Mmph... mn...!'' The Commander grabbed Ingraham's hips tightly as pleasure surged up his cock. ''Hah... A-Allen...!''
The aforementioned Destroyer responded with a muffled hum, her red eyes shut as she slurped swiftly up-and-down his cock. Her hot mouth coaxed pre-cum out of the tip of his dick, her tongue licking it up and lashing at the tip in the same motion, pushing him closer to the edge – and edge he found himself unable to resist.
''Mn-!'' And with a muffled grunt, he came – exploding in Allen's mouth.
The Destroyer in question made a surprised grunt, startled as she felt hot ropes of cum fill her mouth – before with a softer groan she obediently swallowed his load. Slow, repeated gulps carried his cum down her gullet, her nose soon burying itself in his crotch as she deep-throated him for a solid few seconds, intimately feeling him throb and pulse in her throat. Not a drop of cum was allowed to escape, all of it leaking down her throat and summarily swallowed.
Until with a low, wet exhale Allen slurped her lips up and off of his cock – panting heavily when she did so. ''Hah... dang, swallowing feels kinda weird when doin' that...''
The Commander moaned wordlessly in response, giving Ingraham's wet sex one final kiss before nudging her up. Reluctantly the bespectacled Destroyer obeyed, fumbling momentarily as she climbed off of his lap and sat down off to the side, panting and with shaking legs. The Commander was almost tempted to take her right then and there, his dick still rock-hard despite just cumming – had Allen not captured his attention.
''Hey Commander~''
The Commander turned to look at her – just in time for Allen to cheekily pull her top up. Smooth, medium-sized breasts revealed themselves to him; perky, plump and instantly solidifying his attention onto her. Something that Allen clearly wanted, a coy gleam in her eyes as she wiggled her brows, tempting him to crawl across the bed towards her and snatch her wrists, pinning them down to the bed along with her.
The Destroyer cooed and playfully fought his hold, managing to slip one wrist out and twist herself onto her side – only to moan when he buried his face into her neck and kissed her. He released her wrists almost instantly to grope at her breasts, both hands cupping them and savouring how soft they felt in his palms, only a hint of firmness to them. Allen took advantage of his distraction to roll over onto her front, her elbows underneath herself and her ass pushing back against his crotch, making it throb.
''Commander~'' Allen cooed, wiggling her rear.
Though she said nothing it was plainly obvious what Allen wanted to do even though her sisters were right behind them watching – and he was all for it. Without missing a beat his fingers dug into the back of her panties and pushed them down in a single motion, getting them down her thighs. He tugged on them until they were bundled around her knees and pulled her hips back towards him, letting her shapely behind press against his swollen erect, his cock sliding down between her cheeks until the tip rested against her pussy lips, prodding her entrance.
Allen moaned at the feeling, relaxing – and a softer, sweeter sound escaped the dark-haired girl as he pushed inside her. Almost immediately a moan tumbled out of the Commander as he felt her searing heat clamp down on his dick, her tight pussy smothering his length and encouraging him to sheathe even more of himself inside her. There was little resistance, her walls parting for his intruding cock until he managed to sheathe himself all the way inside Allen M. Sumner, his groin pressing against her soft ass.
''Mm~'' Allen mewled, resting on her forearms. ''Dang. So this is what sex feels like.''
''I'll take that as a good sign?'' The Commander dryly commented.
A giggle answered him. ''Yep~ Now work those hips, Commander~''
The light blush that coloured her cheeks only enhanced her cuteness in that moment, and with a lustful groan the Commander obeyed – pulling his girth partway out of her pussy, feeling how her walls clamped even tighter around him, before promptly slamming himself back inside her. She yelped, tightening up and encouraging him to do it again, a laboured moan tumbling from his throat as he slowly but firmly fucked Allen raw.
All in plain view of her sisters. From the corner of his eye he watched as Bristol and Cooper watched him with wide eyes, simultaneously embarrassed, aroused and intrigued by the sight of him fucking their sister. Ingraham though was definitely more in the aroused category, one hand between her legs subtly toying with her clit, keeping herself in the mood but refusing to outright get off, whether out of embarrassment or a desire for the real thing, he didn't know nor mind.
Tightness around his cock though forced his attention down onto Allen; a groan escaping him as he picked up speed. Strong thrusts smacked his pelvis against her ass, the resounding slap of flesh seeming to fill the bedroom and only encouraging him to plunge into her slick heat faster. With how Allen was leaning forwards too he got an arousing view of her from behind, from her shapely butt to her toned back, her hair easily brushed aside and allowing him to admire it.
''Mn, hah... C-Commander~'' A slight whine coloured Allen's tone. ''Faster~''
The Commander grunted under his breath and complied, planting his hands on either side of her and bucking his hips forth – eliciting a blissful moan from Allen as he slammed into her so roughly, his cock scraping her clenching walls and emboldening the Destroyer to push her ass back, willingly impaling herself onto his dick. The force of their combined movements rocked the bed and banged the headboard against the wall until one of her sisters fixed it, the absence of the dull thudding only making Allen's breathy moans sound louder.
Until soon her legs gave out, and with a low whine Allen laid on her stomach – her moans reaching a new pitch when he continued fucking her prone one, his body laid atop hers as he thrust himself into her. Her own whining moans joined his, her pussy tightening around him as he speared into her, the slippery friction and clamping flesh proving too much for the Commander to handle.
''Hah, Allen...!'' His thrusts picked up speed, clapping her ass with every thrust-
-and with a hurriedly-muffled cry Allen orgasmed. It shocked through her body suddenly and powerfully, a jerk spasming up her before she buried her face into the sheets; moaning hotly as he creampied her. His thrusts didn't stop even as he spurted his semen into her, bumping the tip against her cervix and splattering his load deep inside the Destroyer, her clenching walls only further wringing it out of him.
Until with a grunt he sheathed himself deep inside Allen, hissing as he rode out the last of his orgasm. The Destroyer moaned back, rocking her own hips lightly and getting off on the slight, hypersensitive friction, her insides gripping his dick even as he pulled himself out – and both of them moaned as his dick slipped out at last, leaving her empty.
''Haah... hah...'' Rolling over onto her back Allen gazed up at him, grinning. ''We're definitely doin' this again.''
''H-Hey.'' Cooper's words distracted him from replying; glancing back at the more petite Destroyer. ''Don't hog him to yourself Allen...''
As she spoke Cooper meekly shuffled closer on her knees, wanting a turn but unsure of how to approach him about it. The Commander solved that for her by shifting around to face her and beckoning her close, arms out and taking Cooper by her sides, luring her down onto his lap. The Destroyer blushed as she felt his erect cock press against her panty-clad pussy, her black underwear doing little to muffle the feeling of his dick touching her, only a single piece of cloth in the way.
Up until Cooper slipped a hand down and shyly pulled her panties to the side, flashing him a nervous smile as she revealed her bare sex. Returning the smile the Commander laid one hand on her ass and grasped his cock with his other, lifting her waist up slightly. Cooper obliged, awkwardly shifting slightly until she was in a more comfortable position, letting him press the tip against her wet opening – and then as one they moaned as Cooper lowered herself onto his swollen erection.
''A-Ahh~'' The Destroyer pursed her lips and whimpered, feeling him throb deeper inside her. ''W-Wow... feels kinda strange, but... mn...''
Laying her delicate hands on his shoulders Cooper took a bit longer to get used to his dick than Allen did, her knees shifting across the sheets slightly until it didn't put much strain on them – and with a softer whine she rocked her waist, easing herself down the last inch or two of his dick. The Commander groaned at that; intimately feeling how tight she became around his cock, her inner walls clamping down on his dick like a fleshy vice.
Shifting his other hand around to her ass as well he toyed with her rear; alternating between playful squeezes or more soothing gropes, making sure the petite girl was comfortable. Cooper blushed at that and responded by shutting her eyes and leaning in, kissing him tentatively on the lips – and swiftly mewling when he reciprocated, gently but easily taking control of the kiss. When his tongue prodded her lips Cooper didn't resist for even a second, letting the slippery appendage past her teeth and into her mouth, playing with her own.
'She's a lot more submissive than Allen was...' The Commander idly noted, curling his tongue around hers and earning a breathy moan from Cooper.
Clenching flesh around his cock reminded him of their position though, and with a shudder he withdrew his tongue – nudging her ass instead. Cooper took the hint and opened her eyes once more, a touch demure as she held his shoulders and started to ride him; slowly but steadily lifting herself up and moaning as she pushed herself back down, her tight pussy filled with his cock until she inevitably raised back up again.
Cooper quickly got the hang of it though, her hesitation fast to fade as she realised it didn't hurt all that much – her relief giving way to excitement. An excitement that the Commander found himself on the receiving end of; moaning as the Destroyer suddenly leaned in and claimed his lips in an eager kiss, mewling into his mouth as she bounced on his cock. She rolled her hips eagerly, stirring him around her wet womanhood as she impaled herself on him, her eagerness easily coaxing a moan out of him.
''Mm, C-Commander~'' Cooper moaned happily.
The Commander groaned back, briefly distracted as Allen got behind him. Though she said nothing the coy smile she had told him what she wanted, tempting him to tilt his head slightly to the side – allowing Allen to lean in and give him an over-the-shoulder kiss. It was brief but arousing all the same, doubly so when Bristol shuffled up to his other side and bashfully looked at him, obviously wanting a kiss too but too embarrassed to voice it – prompting him to cup her cheek and lure her in, their lips connecting in a tender, but quick kiss.
''Ahh... Commander, focus on me~'' It was Cooper's whimpering whine that drew his eyes back onto her – a groan escaping him as he felt her tighten around his cock.
Complying he grasped her waist with both hands and bucked his hips up, fucking a surprised yelp out of Cooper's lips. The surprise on her face was swift to fade into pure pleasure, a hotter moan tumbling out of her throat when he thrust up into her sex a second time, only emboldening the Commander to thrust more – plunging his cock up into her as she bounced down onto him, their hips working overtime to extract as much pleasure as they could from their union.
Just plunging into her tight tunnel, feeling her walls seize tightly around him, felt downright heavenly – but combined with his two prior orgasms and he was struggling to hold back, grunts and groans bubbling up his throat as Cooper dropped herself onto him. Leaning back slightly on his hands he bucked his hips faster, bumping her cervix with his cock and making her cry out, her toes curling and her nails digging into his shoulders as Cooper tensed up.
''Cooper...'' He hissed out. ''Gonna cum...''
''M-Me too!'' The Destroyer cried out, her walls clamping tightly around his cock as he slammed up into her.
The Commander groaned at that, pleasure surging up his shaft in a single fiery rush, prompting his hands to grasp her slender thighs as he teetered on the edge – and then faster than he expected he blew his load.
''Ah~!'' Cooper cried out as she felt his liquid warmth fill her; spurt after spurt of molten heat splattering against her insides or pumping deep into her womb.
The Commander shuddered powerfully, bucking his hips up several more times on instinct alone as if to assure that plenty of his seed got inside of her. Cooper wrung him dry for it, her tight walls clinging to his dick even as he lifted her up, his shaft sliding out – until with a wet pop the tip slipped free from her sex, coaxing a shaky mewl out of the Destroyer.
''Nnyah...'' The Destroyer breathed, her limbs shaking as she climbed off of his lap and flopped down onto the bed, her demure chest heaving with every heavy breath she drew.
The Commander smiled with equal breathlessness, his gaze turning onto Bristol next. Out of the four sisters she was by far the most petite; her arms and legs slim and her chest flat. Yet despite her lack of curves there was a cute charm to her, one only made more prominent when she blushed at him and shuffled to an empty section of the bed, laying down on her back – silently offering herself to him.
He took her up on her unspoken offer, shuffling in front of her and sliding his hands up her slim legs, hooking his fingers into her dark red shorts. He pulled them down in a single motion, revealing her bare pussy to him, no underwear to cover herself. Perhaps only realising that then Bristol blushed a deep red hue, covering her sex with both hands and tempting the Commander to lean down and plant a kiss on the back of them – the act half-teasing, and half-comforting. Either way it made Bristol remove her hands with a demure blush, embarrassed as he nudged her legs open and got between them.
His swollen cock touched her lips then, guided by his hand and rubbing her lips until he coaxed a moan out of Bristol, her eyes shutting as the tip slid down to her entrance. Slowly, almost carefully he pushed himself in, the tip managing to fit in the hole and his shaft soon following – and a deep, strained groan forced its way out of the Commander's throat as he sunk himself into her ungodly tight pussy, her walls strangling his swollen cock.
''M-Mn...!'' Unlike her two sisters Bristol winced; a bit of pain flashing across her face. ''C-Commander...''
''Relax.'' He hissed back, holding her hips as he pushed himself in deeper – earning a stilted gasp from the petite girl. ''Hah... easy...''
Bristol whimpered at that and consciously relaxed as best she could, enduring the feeling of her virgin walls being stretched apart. The Commander himself could only fit two-thirds of his cock inside her before he could go no deeper; stopping there and giving Bristol time to adjust to his sizeable shaft. As he did so his hands went to work getting her top off; sliding it up and over the Destroyer's head, earning a dark blush from her as she was left completely naked underneath him.
Though there wasn't much to grope the Commander did his best to make her comfortable; one hand groping at her near-flat breasts and his thumbs flicking her nipples, earning a soft groan from Bristol – the feeling not quite pleasurable but far from unpleasant either. Demurely beckoning him down with her hand his lips soon met hers in a kiss, muffling Bristol's soft whine as he slowly started to pull out, her insides clamping around his girth.
Then as one they moaned as he pushed back inside her. Slow, careful thrusts spread her tight walls as he pistoned in-and-out of her, getting her used to having something inside her. Kisses interspersed their shared moans, his cock stirring up her insides and quickly melting any pain into pleasure – replacing Bristol's whimpers with whines of want.
''Ah... Commander, you can move properly now, with me...'' Bristol moaned against his lips. ''Treat me like you did Cooper...''
The Commander murmured an agreement, his hands grasping her slim waist and pulling her towards him just as he pushed forth, groaning in bliss as he managed to sheathe his entire length inside her ungodly-tight pussy. Bristol moaned sharply at the suddenness fullness, her legs bending at the knees and her toes curling with barely-contained bliss, a moan soon tumbling off of her tongue as he scraped a sensitive spot inside her. His cock rubbed that particular spot more when she lifted her hips, instinctively enticing Bristol to do so; moans spilling out of her mouth at the feeling.
Noticing that the Commander lifted her waist for her, holding her hips in a tight grip as he pumped into her – moans fleeing his throat as he felt her walls clamp around him, forming a snug tunnel as he pistoned in-and-out. Just thrusting into her was becoming a challenge; she was so tight that he felt like he might cum at any moment, her blissful heat strangling his shaft as he plunged into her.
''Crap...!'' The Commander's thrusts became more hurried; smacking their flesh together and fucking shrill moans out of Bristol's lips.
The petite Destroyer laid her hands over his, gasps tumbling out of her as he lifted her up slightly – plunging himself into her like a beast in heat. Their flesh loudly clapped together and her loins tightened blissfully, pushing him to his limit-
-and with a shout the Commander went balls-deep in Bristol and climaxed, shooting untold amounts of cum deep into her. Bristol herself squealed, nearly thrashing under him in the throes of climax, her eyes wide before screwing shut. Spasms jolted and jumped through her body, her pussy smothered his dick so tight he had no choice but to empty his balls inside of her, likely knocking her up.
Then with a tight sigh the Commander pulled out. The sudden emptiness made Bristol gasp and whimper, her legs trying to close but unable to with him between them. He smiled slightly at that and ran a hand up to her chest, groping her near-flat bust and just enjoying the moment, his dick resting against her smooth groin.
''H-Hey, Commander...''
That was until Ingraham called out to him, voice hesitant and awkward. The Commander looked over then and found the engineer up against the mountain of pillows, cheeks aflame as she raised both legs, revealing no underwear to clad her hips and leaving her puffy slit bare to him, her lower lips glistening with want. The sight infused a renewed fire within him and he wordlessly complied with her want, shuffling away from Bristol and over to the submissive Destroyer, peripherally aware of Allen handing out some tissues to Bristol so she could clean up a bit.
Pushing the thought of the other Destroyers from his mind the Commander got in front of Ingraham, grasping her shins and raising her legs up until her ankles rested upon his shoulders. Ingraham blushed at that but offered no protest as he took his cock and rubbed it along her wet slit, teasing a whimper out of her – and that same whimper jumped into a moan as he finally pushed himself inside, claiming his fourth partner of the night.
''Nn... it feels so big when it's inside...'' Ingraham murmured under her breath.
''Why thank you.'' The Commander teasingly quipped.
Ingraham blushed a darker shade of red at that and glared up at him, her glare quickly waning when he leaned down and kissed her. She groaned into it, not protesting as he pulled partway out and swiftly plunged back into her soaking-wet pussy, her insides clamping onto his cock for dear life as he pistoned in-and-out of her. Though he started off slow she was so wet he felt confident getting a little bit rougher, pumping himself up to the hilt in her to the tune of smacking flesh, building speed with every thrust.
Ingraham liked it; moans spilling from her lips liberally as he pounded her raw, her raised legs twitching and trembling against his chest as he stuffed her pussy to the brim. His hands weren't sure where to settle though, alternating between holding her thighs, groping her ass, or even going around and squishing her tits through her nightgown, something that made Ingraham let out a particularly erotic moan.
''Haah, fine...'' Murmuring it out under her breath Ingraham rolled her shoulders and weaselled her arms out of the straps, allowing her nightgown to slip down around her stomach, leaving her large, plump tits bare.
The Commander took full advantage of the sight, groping her left breast whilst holding onto her right thigh, squeezing both as he ploughed her into the pillows. Ingraham tipped her head back with a horny whine, her heels digging into his shoulders as she raised herself up a little, making it easier for him to slam his cock into her drooling, receptive tunnel, her pussy practically sucking him inside and begging for him to keep railing her; scraping her walls with every buck of his hips.
A desire the Commander was all too happy to fulfil, stuffing his subordinate and kissing her cervix with the tip of his dick, coaxing all manner of arousing sounds from his partner. Dimly he was aware of Cooper coming up to his left side and didn't miss a beat before wrapping his arm around her waist, leaning down more to her height and claiming her lips in a quick, yet no less passionate kiss; utterly devouring her moan and rendering her near-limp against his side from the kiss alone.
Searing need in his cock though forced him to break off the kiss, refocusing on Ingraham as he pounded the Destroyer rougher. ''Fuck, Ingraham...!''
''Y-You close too?'' Ingraham gasped out.
The Commander grunted stiffly in agreement and Ingraham whimpered, her pussy seemingly tightening further around his cock, seizing and squeezing him in anticipation. Not one to disappoint he summoned all the strength he had and utterly railed the Destroyer, clapping her flesh with every hard thrust and soon fucking a cry out of the bespectacled Destroyer, her voice piercing the air as he pushed her to her limit.
And then with a sharp moan he slammed balls-deep inside her and came, gushing his seed into her depths. Ingraham spasmed under him, her gasp cutting off into a soundless wheeze as he pressed her legs over her and practically mating-pressed her into the pillows, his cock buried deep in her and not allowing a single drop of semen to escape, all of it pouring into her womb.
''N... Nn... damn...'' The Commander breathed out, releasing a pent-up breath as he finally pulled out.
Ingraham let out a dumb moan in response, eyes open but staring at nothing in particular, still lost in her orgasmic high.
The Commander thus turned his gaze upon the others...
..and found Allen waiting on her back, legs open and two fingers spreading her nether lips, Bristol on top of her doing the same.
''Heh, which one of us ya gonna bone next, Commander~?''
''I-It'll definitely be me, right?!''
And thus, the night carried on.
All four Destroyers would report for gunnery exercises with noticeable limps, but would only silently blush when it was pointed out.
[END]